Word/ For Word # 2

Summer Rogers




nine stories high. nine generations deep. nine

strands outside of my head.

hummed questions and quiet response

information station and murmured details

invisible dedication and blind amour

leather paper and glass steel

hot, back-browning sun fading into artificial air

endless fields turning into a closed wall

fluorescent eyes glimmer like light peeking through slanted horizontal blinds

blinking people display or expose

me, I. self

black, period. running

my ancestor

black, period. running

I would like to thank capitalism, Europe, I haven't forgotten about you.

"manage the intelligentsia"




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